Gilneas City, Cathedral of the Holy Light and Dawn, Velen stood on the steps at the door and looked up.
In the view of Prophet Velen, human society is highly hierarchical and the relationships between various classes are complicated, making getting things done particularly troublesome.
Although his identity is Lord Knight Cyrus, it is not easy to meet King Greymane.
There are a row of statues standing on both sides of the church, which are the successive kings of Gilneas.
In the early years, Gilneas was one of the city-states of the Arathor Empire, but later split off and became an independent kingdom.
Velen curled his lips, and the two souls fused together showed disdain.
Compared with the glorious civilization of Argus, Gilneas is nothing more than a floating island.
Only a small number of people master elementary magic. Most of the people are illiterate and use primitive manual work with low productivity. They are just a group of ignorant natives.
The ups and downs of the kingdom, the disputes of honor and disgrace, are nothing but a nap compared to Velen's tens of thousands of years of life.
My eyes scanned the resumes under the statues of past kings, and they were all decorated with words such as great and sublime.
It was hard for Velen to imagine how a short-lived species with a lifespan of less than a hundred years could deserve such lofty words.
"It's done, it's done."
Melvin Anlov, a leader of the Dove of Peace in Stormwind City, learned that Velen wanted to meet King Greymane and took the initiative to help smooth the relationship.
A demon knight can actually be like a fish in water among the believers of the Holy Light, which shows that he has extremely strong ability to do things.
Mai Wen's head was covered with sweat, he held up the letter in his hand and panted:
"The archbishop agreed. This is a letter of recommendation to meet the king. You can meet the king tomorrow."
Viren took the recommendation letter and asked casually: "Is the archbishop one of ours?"
Mai Wen shook his head: "Compared to the noble holy light, the Archbishop prefers the light of gold coins."
As expected, there are specialties in the art industry, but it would not be so easy if it were Velen.
After finding a clean hotel to rest for a night, Viren dressed neatly and entered the palace to meet the king early the next morning.
The palace guard took the letter of recommendation from Viren and when he saw the archbishop's signature, he immediately became more respectful and led Viren into the reception room to wait.
Not long after, the servant brought fragrant tea and exquisite snacks.
Viren sat on a chair and waited, closing his eyes and concentrating. In order to appear polite, he always stayed awake.
The hourglass on the table had run out of water. Viren turned the hourglass and took out his pocket watch to take a look. It was noon before he knew it.
After having tea, Viren continued to wait patiently until it was getting late, but he still did not wait for the king's summons.
What are you doing!
Viren was very unhappy, called the palace guards, and complained loudly:
"Why wasn't he summoned? What is King Greymane up to?"
The guard said politely: "Dear guest, please be patient. The great King Greymane needs to work ten thousand hours a day. Please wait for a while, and you will soon have the opportunity to see him."
Velen was amused in his heart, how could he work ten thousand hours a day if he was not a bronze dragon? Without saying anything else, he returned to the hotel to rest and continue waiting the next day.
In the blink of an eye, Viren has been waiting for seven days.
Viren's patience finally ran out, and he was scolded loudly by the palace guards. The guards were well behaved and listened silently. It was not until Viren got tired of scolding that he said politely:
"Dear guest, please come with me."
The guards led Viren to the entrance of the palace and saw people standing on the high steps. It was initially estimated that there were at least a thousand people. They brought their own dry food and bedding and slept on the steps at night.
There were hundreds of corpses under the steps, most of them so rotten that only white bones remained.
Viren was startled and exclaimed: "They are also here to meet the king?"
The guard said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Yes, the great King Greymane is the savior of Azeroth. He has saved the world countless times and is respected by all people. These people want to be seen by the king. Many of them can't hold on and die at the foot of the steps.
Only after you have been recommended by the archbishop are you qualified to wait in the reception room. By the way, you are the first in line for an audience."
Velen touched his chin. Some people here have been waiting for more than a year. It seems that King Greymane has no intention of meeting anyone at all.
How dare a mere short-lived species dare to be so presumptuous.
Velen's anger surged, and the thick power of holy light enveloped his whole body, and he strode up the steps towards the palace.
The guards came in one after another, wielding all kinds of weapons to greet Velen, but they were all shot away by the holy light, leaving Velen as if he was in a deserted land.
King Greymane was taking a nap on the throne. The Kingdom of Gilneas was not big and there were not many things to deal with. He was already very old and his energy was not as strong as before.
Especially after the death of his beloved son Liam, Greymane paid more attention to enjoyment and never worked too hard.
A burst of noise came, mixed with the screams of the guards. Greymane opened his eyes unhappily and saw a guard running in in a panic:
"Your Majesty the King, it's bad, a murderer broke in."
"Who is so bold?"
Greymane stood up, his muscles swelled, his eyes were blood red, his hands turned into sharp claws, and he transformed into a giant white wolf.
It's a pity that he met Velen.
Velen stepped forward and hit Greymane with just one punch, causing him to fall to the ground. Then he sat on his waist, causing his waist to break under the load.
Viren punched him in the face again and again until his flesh and blood were bloody and unrecognizable, and then he broke his limbs bit by bit.
Finally, Velen used the Holy Light to heal his wounds.
"King Greymane, starting from today, I will visit you seven times and beat you to death every time. We will talk after seven days."
Greymane is going crazy, why would there be such a madman?
Under the gaze of everyone, Viren left with a smile.
At night, Maiwen found Viren and asked anxiously:
"Do you know why you treat King Greymane like this? He has fled to Duskbay Town overnight."
Viren chuckled and said: "If you don't treat him like this, how can he learn a lesson? It doesn't matter. I have locked his location. No matter where he escapes, I can find him."
Mai Wen was very scared. Only after this incident did he realize that the person in front of him was a dangerous person: "Okay, Ms. Gianna has given orders. We must act as soon as possible without any further delay."
Velen frowned displeased: "It seems that Greymane can only be given an advantage. I will discuss it with him tomorrow."
The next day, Velen found His Majesty the King in Duskbay Town. Greymane did not dare to refuse and agreed immediately.
Without further ado, Velen and King Greymane rode the gryphon and rushed to the Kingdom of Stormwind without even having time to escort the guards.
Greymane needs to use his prestige to unite the nobles of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Kingdom of Gilneas, put pressure on the Cathedral of the Holy Light, and convict Benedictus.
It would be best to expel him from Stormwind City on charges of treason.
However, Greymane himself was forced to do so.
The two landed at the port of Menethil, preparing to rest for a while before changing to griffins and continuing their journey.
In the hotel, Greymane sipped the morning dew wine and looked at the Kul Tiran man carefully, wondering when Admiral Daelin had such a strong man under his command.
The door of the hotel opened, and accompanied by the fishy smell of the sea breeze, a tall figure walked in.